That big desk in the Oval Office is just made for a big ol’ dirty game of cutthroat 2-handed spades… poor POTUS, so worried about everybody else’s sek-shul and po-litical bidness, and he’s still got nobody to play with (Cheney whoooo?? Vice President whaaaaa???). And even if he did, he still doesn’t have all the trump cards stuck to the underside of the desk with a half-chewed wad of Teaberry. (via the very manly PatriotBoy) ((dang, my family unit is unrecognizable under his amendment, too bad)) (((apron + pearls = Red Blooded American burqa: discuss)))
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Why is it that women who are not childfree talk nonstop about pregnancy, babies, how many (theoretical) children they’ll have according to Chinese astrological birth year websites and what the gender of their (theoretical and impending) will be? They’re booking pencil tests right now for the two team members that are currently expecting (and they’ll believe the results, too. Credulous much?) It must be a hormone that I completely lack, thanks be to God.
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Must ponder the thought of adding a separate photoblog and including thumbnails, as described below. http://www.movabletype.org/support/index.php?act=ST&f=14&t=36166&s=8a11ce7ae8fb2e20301f68f0bb185996
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It occurred to me again that I can only be sick on Tuesdays, Fridays, and alternate Saturdays, because those are the days my doctor is “in” the office nearest to us. He has two offices – one that used to be convenient before we moved, and one that was inconvenient before we moved (and is now even farther away). Every now and then we talk about changing. I’ve been pretty fed up with his “15 minutes max” approach to medical care – that’s how much time I get with him. Really need to do something about it. Otherwise, the next…